Blaine opened his eyes, he felt good, and he couldnt remember the last time that he had felt this good. He couldnt help wonder if he was dead.

He let his eyes adjust realising that he was lying in a double bed, the duvet covering him. Not dead then, he thought.

He slowly peeled the duvet off of himself, pushing himself into the sitting position. He glanced at the bandage that had been wrapped around his stomach and then looked around the room. Where was Kurt?

He swivelled his legs off of the bed and stood wrapping his arms around his chest. He didnt have a clue where his shirt was, or if he was allowed to put one on. His stomach felt a little better with the bandage only leaving him with a dull ache though he knew it would take time to heal.

He walked towards the bedroom door, pulling it open as quietly as he could creeping out into what looked like the living room.

He walked a couple of steps before he paused noticing Kurt lying on the couch.

Kurt was without a cover and was in his clothes from the day before, had he been in his bed? Should he get him a cover?

He felt a sudden panic run through him and he turned back towards the bedroom a little too fast, he tripped over his own feet and fell gasping as he made contact with the floor.

"What the?" He heard Kurt groan turning over to see where the noise that had woken him up had come from.

His eyes widened, terror filling his stomach and expression.

"Sir, Im so sor-, i mean Kurt, Im really sorry," he gave up curling in on himself. If waking his master up hadnt done it then getting his name wrong yet again made him deserve a beating.

"Blaine, are you ok?" Kurt asked and suddenly he felt him at his side.

He clenched his eyes closed and flinched when Kurt touched his shoulders.

"Blaine, please look at me," he heard Kurt say. Kurt was no longer touching him and he opened his eyes. He wanted to stay curled on the floor but he did as he was told and pushed himself up into the kneeling position on the floor.

He looked up but didnt look in Kurts eyes and noticed that Kurt had taken a step back from him.

"Thank you, I just want to know what happened," Kurt said falling to his knees on front of him. His heart jumped, what the hell was Kurt doing?

He didnt verbally question it and answered what had been asked of him.

"I w-walked out of the bedroom and saw you on the sofa..., i wanted to get you a cover but turned too quickly and fell, Im really sorry Kurt," he said looking to the floor. He didnt even deserve to look at Kurt.

"That was really sweet of you Blaine, Im sorry you hurt yourself though," Kurt said.

He didnt know why it frustrated him so much that he wasnt getting punished but it just didnt make any sense. You do something bad, you get punished, that was how his life went.

"Let me take you back to bed, you need to rest your stomach, the doctor said that you had a few cracked ribs," Kurt said and his eyes widened.

"Doctor, Kurt?" He said. He knew for a fact that getting a doctor for him would have cost a bunch.

"Yeah, I called him after you passed out," Kurt said and gestured for him to get up.

He pushed himself to his feet, the ache Im his stomach had returned but he tried to keep a straight face as he straightened himself out.

Kurt walked back towards the bedroom with the double bed but he stayed put.

"Are you ok? Do you need me to carry you?" Kurt asked when he noticed he wasnt following him and he shook his head frantically.

"Why not?" Kurt asked taking a small step towards him.

He took a breath hesitating before he answered, "Kurt, I-I dont feel that I have earned to sleep in a bed like that, especially if it means that you have to sleep on the couch," he said not knowing if he was stepping out of line or not.

Kurt looked to the floor. "You dont have to earn anything here," Kurt said and he felt himself shrink.

What part of slave did Kurt not understand? It was who he was, who he was trained to be. He deserve to be punished when he did what he was told to do wrong, he deserved what he got because he was nothing.

"Where would you rather sleep?" Kurt continued and he looked to the floor not replying.

He didnt know he just wanted to be shown for what he was, with him in the bed and Kurt on the couch it made it looked more like Kurt was the slave.

"Blaine…," Kurt said and felt terror build up in his stomach again.

"I dont know, Kurt," he said quietly. "If you wish for me to sleep in that bed then I will accept your decision," he finished.

Kurt nodded and stepped away from the door.

"What if you sleep on the couch for now and I saw a spare room on the way in, you can have that and Ill get you a bed a soon as I can," Kurt said.

"Theres no need to waste money on a bed for me sir, the floor will be fine," he said bowing his head.

"Youre worth the money Blaine," Kurt said and he almost laughed. Kurt really was taking it all the way with this being nice façade.

He didnt respond and Kurt walked towards him. His head flashed up and he started to back away.

"Im sorry," he said and Kurt stopped raising his hands.

"I was just going to sort out the couch for you," Kurt said his hands still raised as if to tell him he wasnt going to hurt him.

He stepped aside and Kurt continued walking past him and towards the couch, starting to buff the pillows. Kurt turned to him and patted the couch; he walked to the couch sitting on it warily.

"Ill bring you a blanket," Kurt smiled before walking towards the bedroom and disappearing into it.

He wrapped his arms around himself feeling his anxiety levels rising, he hated feeling afraid, the fear that at any moment Kurt could decide to turn on him. He felt tears threaten to fall from his eyes and he looked up managing to stop them just as Kurt walked back into the room.

"Here," Kurt said with a small smile laying a couple of neatly folded blankets down next to him. "My dad really thought of everything when buying stuff for this place," Kurt said.

He almost flinched at Kurts dad being mentioned, all he could remember off him was the yelling and the disapproval of him being there.

"How do you feel about having a shower later?" Kurt brought him out of his thoughts and he nodded.

He couldnt remember the last time that hed had a hot shower, just the thought made him feel great. "Yes, Kurt if you dont mind that would be wonderful," he said feeling that a nod wasnt enough of a response.

"Great, just tell me and I show you where it is and how to work it, you might even find it easier to have a bath but thats your decision," Kurt explained.

He nodded again, feeling a smile trying to pull on his lips but he didnt let it, he wasnt going to fall into playing Kurts game of house.

….

Kurt felt out of his depth, what could he do to tell Blaine that he could trust him? Because right now it was obvious that he didnt.

The way he flinched every time that he moved towards him made his heart-break.

He had to get to the bottom of why he thought he was untrustworthy because he never gave him a reason to be.

For the rest of the day he kept an eye on Blaine but he didnt move from his spot on the couch, which was good as it meant he was resting. But something was worrying him.

"Blaine, do you need to go to the bathroom?" He asked and Blaine looked up with wide eyes.

"Please Kurt," Blaine squeaked and his heart skipped a beat, he should have considered that he wouldnt ask if he needed to go.

"Ill show you where it is," he said and Blaine slowly climbed to his feet before following him through the apartment to the bathroom with was near to the front door on the left. He opened the door and allowed Blaine to go through.

"Blaine, please go to the bathroom whenever you need to, you dont even need to ask," he stated and Blaine looked to the floor before nodding. The door to the bathroom closed and he wandered off to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

He made a couple of sandwiches and brought them into the living room, he sat on the couch waiting for Blaine to come back. He wanted to talk to him a little more, he also needed to discuss the fact that he was due to start school soon and he didnt want to leave Blaine on his own.

A lot of people brought their slaves to school but he didnt want Blaine to be seen as a slave, he wanted Blaine be comfortable but there could be a chance that Blaine didnt want to be left on his own so he would have to ask him what he would rather.

After twenty minutes he started to worry, where was Blaine?

He stood and walked over the bathroom knocking three times.

"Blaine? I just want to make sure that youre ok?" He said his heart starting to beat a little faster when he didnt get a response. "Blaine?" He asked a little louder but heard nothing.

He closed his eyes trying to think of what to do but then the door clicked and slowly opened.

"Blaine?" He said peering around the door. Blaine was sitting against the wall, knees hugged up to his chest.

"Im sorry Kurt, I think I passed out, Im sorry I didnt mean to," Blaine started to sob.

He ran to his side and sat down, he made sure that he didnt touch him and spoke softly.

"Its ok, are you hurt?" He asked and Blaine slowly looked up.

"I hit my face, Kurt" Blaine said lifting his head up to reveal an already forming bruise. He seemed to notice that he said his name within ever sentence, like he was just literally replacing Sir with the word Kurt.

He sighed and pushing himself to his feet running into the kitchen, he returned shortly with an ice pack.

"Here, hold this on the bruise," he said and Blaine took it. "Maybe you should wait to take a shower, I dont think you should be left on your own," he said looking to the floor. He knew that he was going to spend every minute that he couldnt see Blaine worrying about him.

"Yes, Kurt," Blaine said. At least Blaine had stopped crying, he was too perfect to cry.

"Do you feel well enough to be moved back to the couch?" he asked and he saw the panic in his eyes as Blaine started to shake his head.

"Ok, well I back in a mi-," he started but Blaine cut him off.

"No please, please dont leave me Kurt, please," Blaine started to sob again fear in his eyes.

"I just want to get you your sandwich I will be ten seconds," he said but Blaine continued to shake his head. He knew he should stay but he was worried about the fact that Blaine hadnt eaten and moved towards the door before running as fast as he could out of it returning not ten seconds later. "See, I back and im not going anywhere," he said placing the sandwich next to Blaine.

He sat back next to Blaine as he pulled his knees in tighter, almost trying to get away from his touch.

"I know I tell you this all the time, and I know you dont believe me but im not going to hurt you, ever," he said looking at the ground.

Blaine didnt even look up like he had any recognition of what he had said and the room became quiet.

It was about five minutes later when Blaine replied and it surprised him.

"Thats what they all say, Kurt," Blaine said in a small voice hiding his head as if he thought he was going to get hit for his words.

He didnt reply, looking angrily at the floor as tears started to fall down his face. Of course Blaine didnt trust him; of course thats what everyone else had told him before they beat him senseless. It made him sick, people were disgusting and he was going to have to prove that he wasnt like everyone else.

He stayed on the floor of the bathroom for the rest of the day and then night. He wasnt going to leave Blaine, not if he didnt want him too.

…

He hurt, he didnt understand anything. He still didnt trust Kurt yet he had wanted him to stay. He didnt want to be alone.

Once he had shut the door of the bathroom he had started to feel funny, he managed to go to the bathroom before he felt himself falling to the floor. he woke up to Kurts voice coming through the door and had only just managed to unlock the door.

He had only taken a couple bites of the sandwich that Kurt had brought him but he knew his stomach couldnt handle it.

As they sat on the floor for the rest of the day and then night, Kurt suck to his word and didnt go anywhere.

It must have been early morning when Kurt fell asleep and he pushed himself to his feet and walked into the living room. He grabbed the blanket from the couch and walked back draping Kurt in it before taking his spot back on the floor.

He felt more tears running down his face and he wiped them angry at himself for being weak, for crying because he was scared.

He looked at Kurt for a second as he slept, taking his features in properly for the first time. He had never really notice how beautiful Kurt really was.

He looked away knowing he was wrong for staring, he curled up on the floor. He felt like this was where he belonged, on the floor of a bathroom and he closed his eyes quickly falling to sleep.